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  Harry's P.O.V

  I stood, gaping at my phone in my trembling hands. For over an hour I had locked myself in the hotel bathroom, not willing to leave. I wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon, too. Everyone else had packed all of their belonging's in the tour bus and Paul was prepared to drag me out of the building if he had too.

  My throat burned from alcohol. Or maybe it was the screaming, I'm not exactly sure. All I know is that the woman I love is in danger and there hasn't been anything in my power that I could do.

  Until now.

  Almost immediately, I unlocked the door and opened it so fast that a gust of wind hit my straight in the face and blew some of my curls back. Sitting on the ground with swollen eyes was Louis, who I hadn't known had even been sitting there. He smiled at me sympathetically, and it took me all of my strength not to cry as he stood in front of me.

  Without warning, he pulled me in for a hug. It stunned me slightly, because only hours before he had witnessed me as a complete monster, and now here he was waiting on me. It made me feel like such a terrible friend, to be honest. But love makes a person go crazy.

  "I love you, Boobear." I cried. He was shaking from sobbing as well, and I was glad that we could have this moment together. From all of the Larry Stylinson rumors we have had to get separate apartments and keep our distance, but here in privacy we could be ourselves. And no, that wasn't gay. This was two best friends.

  "I think I know how we can find her, Lou. She just called me on her cell and I can get Paul and the police to try and track it." I said, stepping back with my hands firmly on his shoulders. His smile looked like a small boy's on Christmas morning, his teeth flashing and shining right at me that it made me feel like we were on one of those Colgate commercials.

  "Well why are we standing here, then? Paul!" Louis hollered, cupping his hands around his mouth to protect my ears from his booming voice. Before I knew what was happening, Louis was running down the hallway to Paul's room, and in my head a voice kept repeating.

  We're coming Darcy, we're coming.

  I promise.

  I will fight for you.

  The words sounded really cliche to be quite honest, but I didn't care. I was going to fight for her. And if it took my life to save hers, then so be it. I know that One Direction wouldn't be the same (it wouldn't without any of us), but through what's happened in the past few days I know that it's Darcy that I love, and once when Niall was hyped up on sugar he randomly quoted something from a book he read that said 'we fight for the ones we love'.

  Except he said dove, but I think he also had too much to drink.

  When we got to the end of the hallway, without warning Louis waltzed right into Paul's room. Paul was sitting at his computer, where he had been sitting for the past few hours trying to track Vanessa down. He raised an eyebrow at us when we approached him, and all I was able to do was reach out the phone.

  "Darcy called." I said, gasping for air. This was the most happiness I've felt for two whole days. "We think... can you try and track it?"

  "Give it to me, Harry." Paul demanded, ripping off his reading glasses that we teased him for, calling them 'old man glasses'. I didn't even have to hand it over, Paul snatched the phone and started tapping furiously on it, and I was afraid that he was going to punch a whole through it. Of course, that wasn't really what I was focused on. What I was really worked up about?

  Darcy.

  My Darcy.

  For a few moments, we stood there and nobody spoke. It wasn't an awkward silence that filled the room; more like an antsy and clammy silence. There was a big chance that if we couldn't track them, they'd hurt Darcy more or even kill her.

  Just thinking those things made the memories of only a few short moments ago, listening to her horrible screams from the other line. The alcohol had luckily made me woozy and was still taking somewhat of an effect, but I knew in the morning her treacherous screams would haunt me until I could get my hands on another bottle.

  "Harry, I'm going to have to look at this for a couple moments." Paul said, finally looking up from the tiny screen and locking eyes with me. I nodded solemnly, and Louis grabbed my wrist and pulled me out of the room as I tried not to let worry overtake me.

  Out in the hallway, it took all of me not to break down crying. I wasn't sure what time it was exactly, the last time that I had checked it was two in the morning and I refused to sleep, because I knew that I could escape all of this but Darcy couldn't.

  "I need to talk to the other boys, too. And, em, apologize." When the words escaped my lips, I was surprised. I hadn't planned on apologizing, in fact I wanted to go back into the locked bathroom, but the subconsious part of me knew what was right. I had to at least try and apologize.

  Louis nodded quietly, and went back into the main room. I suppose that I was expected to follow him, but I was scared. I'm not sure what came over me the other day, and I had just turned into a monster in front of the whole world. My phone had been buzzing off the hook with Twitter notifications, but I was beyond caring anymore. And it made me feel so selfish that I was embarrassed and Darcy was hurting so much.

  I awkwardly shuffled my feet to the main room, not feeling the normal Harry-Styles-confidence aura that I usually had. Instead, I felt insecure and antsy as I walked to the main room where the rest of the boys were, and I was downright scared that they wouldn't forgive me. The normal Harry would no, no doubt, that they would, but I was in a confused daze.

  When I entered the room, I could feel all of their eyes on me. I was biting my lip furiously and had a new fondness for the carpet, although their stares felt like knives going through my skin.

  Then, without warning, I was nearly knocked over. At first I thought that one of them was angry enough to try and wrestle me down, but then I felt arms around me from all sides and realized that they were doing. What my boys were doing.

  As I cried, I hugged them all back eagerly. I was almost 100% sure that we were all crying by now, and the emotions in the room where skyrocketing. I'd never been through so much emotional pain in my life before, not ever. Not when my dad left, not when Darcy first dissapeared, not when they said no to me first on X Factor. This pain compared to being shot was a thousand times worse.

  All I wanted was to escape this pain. I knew that the only way to do that was find Darcy, but as the alcohol wore off, I began to think. What if Paul couldn't track her? What if she was dead?

  I couldn't picture my life without Darcy now. I used to think she was like my drug, and I was miserable without her, but now I knew that this was something more. It was like she was my other half, and I couldn't survive without her. I'd never felt this way about anyone, ever.

  "We'll find her, lad." Zayn promised, still holding on to me tightly, as the other boys were. I nodded silently, unable to produce any sound. It was funny; the times where I'd felt the most love were also some of the worst times of my life. It seemed like when things weren't okay, there was always someone who was there for me.

  But now Darcy has no one there for her.

  "We've made a twitcam about it earlier." Niall piped up. "There are search parties everywhere, man. There's no way we can't find her." He reassured me. I tried to let myself feel better, but it was a bit hard to find comfort in any voice that wasn't hers.

  "But what if she's already dead?" I whispered, my voice so low that it was even hard for me to hear.

  "She's not." Louis said. I looked up at the faces of the rest of the boys, their eyes sending daggers to Louis. There was something that they weren't telling me here. Was Louis lying? Had they really killed her? My heart was pounding hard inside my chest, and I felt like I needed to gasp for air but was so numb I couldn't will myself to do it.

  "They've sort of been messeging us. Nathan is, I mean. She's still alive but she's..." Liam bit his lip, and I wanted to scream. "She's not doing well. But that doesn't mean that there's no hope, Haz."

  I nodded, the tears spilling over without warning. This was too much for me to hear right now, and I wanted so badly to snap my fingers and have everything go back to being okay in an instant. I could feel Zayn rubbing my arm, trying to comfort me, when there was a voice from the other end of the room that made me forget everything for even a few seconds.

  "Harry." Paul said, his eyes alert and my iPhone in the palm of his hand. I could barely hear him over the sound of my heart pounding furiously. This was it. If Paul could track Darcy down, then there was hope. If not, then Darcy would most likely end up being killed, and that thought made my stomach twist into a thousand knots.

  "I've got a signal." He sighed. I cracked a tiny small, relief washing over me from my head to the tips of my toes.

  There was hope.

  "They're in a hotel in Cheshire. I've booked a plane for us to fly out at six." Paul smiled. The boys and I probably looked like smiling idiots, and I found it hard to stop from grinning.

  I'm coming, Darcy.

  And finally, it felt like something was going right for once.

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